I’m running a bit late this week but didn’t want to miss Friday Fictioneers. Who could resist a 100 words of fiction, a bite size bit of fun that’s less calories than a treat size Snickers.
Photo Copyright : Peter Abbey
Do you wanna hold it
It’s clean, promise. Mary Jane said it was.
Mary Jane don’t know what clean is,
Yeah she does, she showed me hers. It was all pink and clean and smelt of oranges.
I don’t like oranges,
No me neither. Go on, just hold it,
Ok, but just once, it don’t mean nowt if I do it once,
It don’t mean nowt anyway, I did it with Mary Jane, Mary Maude and twice with Billy Ray, cos he let go.
Alright, but it better be quick.
Just hold my hand will ya, you talk too much.
Once more unto the breach…. or so the story goes. I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks but great to catch up again. A 100 words of fiction based on the weekly photo prompt. Grab a seat, pull up a stole, sit awhile and read…
Photo Copyright : Claire Fuller
He glared. She felt a hand reach in, grip her heart and squeeze.
“a penny for your thoughts” he growled, making her gasp and step back. Fear stealing her voice.
He raised an eyebrow.
He raised the other.
Afraid of his answer but needing to know, “Can I get them back” she whispered.
“Nay, you sell em, I own em” he snarled.
Trembling, she held out her hand as cold nickel scorched her palm.
A moment later, on the back wall, the shelves were no longer empty.
She didn’t think about that. She didn’t think at all…